Session 𝓢eventy-Seven

Session 77:
"The Interrogation"

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"We have a protocol here," Zion said as soon as we all got seated in the living room.

We each held a glass of red wine, sitting between the two couches.

I sat beside Monroe on one while Sarai and Zion sat on the other.

"It's just a tiny list of questions," Sarai said, making me shake my head immediately.

"You totally don't have to do this," I told Monroe, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

But she only shook her head, "It's protocol," Monroe purposely quoted Zion, making him chuckle as he tapped on his phone.

I let out a dramatic sigh as I glanced back at Zion and Sarai, "No weird questions, guys," I said, raising my wine glass for a quick sip.

"No promises," Sarai said with a playful smirk, eyeing the phone Zion held as she sipped on her wine.

I leaned in closer to Monroe, placing my hand on her thigh, "No comment is always an option," I whispered in her ear.

Monroe hummed, briefly glancing down at my hand on her thigh.

Then she met my stare again, "Not a good enough one," she murmured in my ear, leaning close enough that her soft lips grazed my skin.

It made tingles spread down my spine. 

"Alright," Zion said as he looked up from his phone, "Let the interrogation begin."

I pursed my lips into a smile when Monroe nodded once, taking this entire thing seriously.

This is hilarious.

It's cute too.

"To start, the most obvious question is, how serious are you about this?" Sarai said, swirling her wine glass in her hand. "To elaborate, is there a future here for you?"

"Yes," Monroe said, tilting her head as she glanced over and met my stare. "Of course there's a future."

I smiled slightly, trying not to feel so shy from her open stare, especially with my friends right near us.

Monroe didn't care though—she'd openly stare at me anywhere.

"What does that look like to you?" Zion curiously asked, taking a long sip of his wine.

Monroe remained silent for a moment, but I could tell she was genuinely thinking about her answer.

I hoped they could tell, too.

"Perhaps Liberty would move in down the line," Monroe spoke again, subtly furrowing her brows. "We haven't fully discussed what she plans to do after graduation."

I nodded, even if I already knew I would be working.

Monroe wants to have a conversation about it anyway.

Still, the idea of moving in with her seems so surreal, even if I basically live with her already.

Maybe these questions are good—they help give me a glimpse into what world Monroe sees for us.

"Do you believe in marriage?" Sarai asked, immediately making my eyes widen.

I nearly choked on my own saliva at how serious this all is. 

Marriage is like years away.

At this rate, they'll scare Monroe off.

"Yes," Monroe said, pausing for a moment to calculate her next words, "It's a possibility," she murmured, taking a long sip of her wine.

"Can you elaborate on possibility?" Zion asked, making me shake my head.

I was about to shut the serious topic down, but Monroe had already beaten me to it.

"Family-related matters are still up in the air," Monroe briefly explained, "I wouldn't want to tie anyone to that."

I silently eyed her for a moment, imagining a world where we did get married.

It felt like a reality that couldn't possibly exist.

Then again, I'm barely a college graduate, much less someone's wife.

There's also a lot up in the air with her parents.

I know she's referring to taking over the family company.

"Okay, and do you want kids?" Sarai asked.

"No," Monroe said with no hesitation, an amused smile growing on her lips, "Definite no."

I shrugged happily, "I agree," I murmured, knowing I wouldn't touch a snotty toddler with a ten-foot pole.

"Cool, and what about pets?" Zion said, glancing up from the phone they were reading off of.

"No," Monroe answered yet again, taking a sip of her wine, "Perhaps a fish? That's less messy."

I chuckled softly at the idea of getting a fish with her, "It's okay, baby. No pets," I determined, softly squeezing her thigh.

"But Libs loves cats," Zion just had to point out.

"Yeah, you have that whole Pinterest board dedicated to that one cat..." Sarai trailed off in thought, "I forgot which one."

"Snowy Bengal cats," I mumbled blankly, my face growing warm.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the feeling of Monroe's stare on me, processing that I liked cats a little.

Not much though—it's not a need, honestly.

"I just thought they were cute. I don't actually need a pet. I can barely take care of myself," I quickly said, not wanting to make it a big deal. 

Zion only hummed, glancing back down at the phone and leaving the cat topic alone.

I could tell by how Monroe was looking at me that this might be a conversation for later.

Or maybe she's making a note of this—I'm not sure.

I don't even need a cat, oh my gosh.

"Who do you follow on Instagram?" Sarai suddenly asked.

"I don't use social media," Monroe answered, making both Zion and Sarai raise their brows in surprise.

"Okay, she's a keeper," Sarai immediately determined.

I smiled happily, "I know," I said, leaning deeper into Monroe's side.

"Not so fast," Zion determined, pointing a strict, yet joking, finger at us, "Are you the jealous type?" he asked, glancing back at Monroe.

I pursed my lips to hold in my laugh, already knowing the answer to this.

"Depends," Monroe said, lifting her wine glass for a sip. "My issue is always with the other person if they choose to pursue her. Liberty can't help who comes up to her."

Sarai nodded a few times, "I like that answer," she determined.

I chuckled, "Yeah, Ro's putting it lightly," I murmured, knowing it goes much deeper.

Maybe in a possessive way—I'm not sure.

"Very lightly," Monroe didn't hesitate to agree, being entirely honest with them. "Someone might stare at Liberty, and oftentimes I want to kill them."

I paused at her choice of words, blinking awkwardly.

Meanwhile, Sarai and Zion seemed to nod in agreement.

"I'm the same way with Sarai," Zion admitted, even if I knew he would never actually kill anyone.

Monroe could easily have someone removed, but they don't know that.

"Okay, so how about we circle back to these questions?" I suddenly said, leaning away from the couch to grab the pack of Uno cards. "Let's play Uno."

"Wait, last question," Sarai suddenly said, briefly reading the phone Zion held, "Do you think Liberty is high maintenance?"

Monroe chuckled immediately, almost in an unhinged way, finding genuine amusement in her question.

Her beautiful laughter made my lips twitch up, setting my wine glass down to start shuffling the cards.

"She hardly qualifies as low maintenance," Monroe determined with an amused smile, sipping on her wine, "High maintenance is out of the question."

I dramatically parted my lips, "I'm totally high maintenance," I determined, even if I wasn't sure I could be.

My standards are very basic, especially to Monroe.

"I say correct answer," Sarai told Monroe as she stood from the couch, "Let me grab us more wine to fill up on."

Zion nodded, "Maybe snacks? Is there popcorn?" he asked.

"I think I have the microwave one in the cabinet," I said as Monroe leaned into me.

"Let's try for five thousand this month, darling," she softly whispered in my ear as Zion wandered off to make us all popcorn.

I turned my head slightly, meeting her stare. "Five thousand?" I whispered, even if I knew exactly what she meant.

"Spend it," Monroe clarified, "Since you're high maintenance and all," she purposefully added.

"Ro," I whispered, staring into her heavy blue eyes, "There's no way I'm doing that."

Did her past arrangements do that?

I barely have trouble spending a few hundred on myself, but maybe they were okay with spending thousands?

I think the most I spent was actually on her, and it was for Valentine's Day.

The custom Louboutins. 

It's odd... I always used to shop with my mother's card because I didn't care, but with Monroe, I don't ever want to spend too much.

"I expect to see a high bill at the end of this month, Liberty," Monroe said, her voice soft in my ear.

I didn't have a chance to say anything in response—she pulled away before I could.

Sarai had also wandered back over with the wine, the sound of popcorn popping in the microwave as Zion waited.

Meanwhile, I was trying to figure out how I would spend five thousand this month to make Monroe happy.

It was the main thing on my mind even as Zion handed us a bowl of popcorn to snack on, starting our game of Uno.

Sarai also topped off our wine glasses, so we were good during the game.

We're all really competitive when it comes to Uno, but Monroe seemed to be calmer in the most eerie way. 

Somehow, she managed to win within minutes, which made me more irritated than it should've, but I also get sad when I lose.

And Monroe kept winning each game—back to fucking back.

Monroe even offered to sit out or let me win, but that would only have made it worse.

I wanted to win the real way.

But that never happened.

After around seven rounds of Uno and a few glasses of wine—I just gave up hope.

Zion won one round, but otherwise Monroe dominated the game without even trying.

She doesn't even play fucking Uno—how she managed to win was beyond me.

I swear my nerves were shot by the time we finished.

I even worked off the buzz I had, feeling slightly tipsy.

Monroe seemed... looser.

It was cute to see her like this, though.

I noticed she didn't straighten up the table before we ate, like she usually does.

It was odd.

She was extremely quiet, and she paid less attention to the details than she normally would.

Monroe only focused on eating—at least until I helped her, noticing her struggling with her fork in the cutest way.

Zion and Sarai carried most of the conversation with me, while Monroe remained politely silent as she took the bites I prepared for her.

Sarai was just as gone as Monroe—Zion and I were the only two leveled ones.

Except Zion only had a small glass, so he could drive, while I felt a little more tipsy.

Compared to Monroe, I was more stable right now.

I kind of liked it because she's never like this.

"Monroe," I laughed when she fell back onto my bed, spreading her arms out with a loose smile.

Zion and Sarai had just left minutes ago, and this was the first thing Monroe decided to do.

"I like your bed," she murmured as I walked over to her.

"Maybe we... should get ready for bed, so you can sleep in it," I suggested, stumbling over my words.

I probably shouldn't have had another glass of wine with dinner.

I need to be the most sane one right now.

"We do more than sleep in it, Liberty," Monroe pointed out, sitting up from the bed to grab my hand.

I inaudibly gasped when she tugged me back down with her, making my body press against hers.

"Ro," I smiled when she pressed her soft lips to mine.

"Not kissing you for hours was torture," she murmured, gently grabbing my neck to pull me in deeper.

"You could've kissed me in front of them, baby," I said against her lips, feeling her other hand run up my spine.

"Respectful," she mumbled. "I prefer respectful—being respectful," she said, slurring her words in the cutest way.

"Respectful, right," I murmured as I kissed her lips one more time.

Monroe immediately whined when I attempted to pull away.

"No," she said, kissing my lips again as she tightened her hand around my neck, "Stay."

I giggled, "I'm not a dog, Ro Ro."

"No, but you do—like Bengal cats," she said, pressing deep kisses to my lips.

I softly gasped, "You remembered?" I asked even if it wasn't that shocking that she did.

"Always," she whispered, pulling back slightly to meet my stare. "Are you happy without... that? I can't give you normal, but I want to give you happiness."

I smiled softly as I stared down at her, soaking in her heavy eyes and the way her face was loose without guarding her expressions.

She's so beautiful.

"I've sur-passed happy," I tried my best to use the word, "I just want you—so so much."

Monroe's lips twitched up slightly, "I want you too, Liberty," she repeated back, staring up at me with the softest expression, "My god, you have no idea."

My smile widened, feeling my face burn up from her words, "I do. You... show me so much baby."

Monroe shook her head, scrunching her eyes closed. "No, no, no," she rambled, letting out a deep sigh. "You couldn't possibly know."

I tilted my head at how tense she'd grown, "Then tell me, beautiful," I whispered, running my hands up her arms.

"I can't," she whispered, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine, "I-want to."

I furrowed my brows as I stared down at her, wondering what she meant or what was on her mind.

I don't want her to feel like she can't talk to me.

"Those questions," Monroe suddenly murmured, swiftly changing the topic before I could push further, "Children... marriage?" she laughed softly.

"It's insane," I said, smiling at her laughter.

"God, imagine," Monroe breathed out with a loose smile, staring up at me. "Liberty Leclair."

I remained silent for a moment, processing the way that sounded coming from her lips.

Liberty Leclair.

That sounds weirdly fitting.

"Or," I murmured, "Monroe Fierro."

She hummed in approval immediately, "I like that, sweetheart," she whispered, caressing her hand against my neck.

I smiled slightly. "They're both good options," I determined, processing that we were actually discussing last names right now.

We just started dating tonight, and here we are—the lesbian stereotype, it seems.

"Jokes-aside," Monroe mumbled, letting out a soft breath. "You would take... my last name. I have family matters in the mix," she stumbled over her words slightly.

I nodded immediately, "Of course, baby," I didn't hesitate to say, not minding taking hers. 

Monroe hummed, "That's a later conversation. Much, much further down the line," she assured me, gently pulling me closer again by my neck. "Be still."

I unconsciously smiled when she leaned in to kiss me.

"No," Monroe whined in the cutest way when I attempted to kiss her back, "Don't do anything—just be still, let me kiss you over and over, Liberty."

I laughed at her demands. "So you don't want me to kiss you back, baby?" I purposely asked.

"No," Monroe immediately said, "Don't move."

I hummed in response, being still for her as she pressed kiss after kiss on my lips.

She would even suck down on my bottom lip every few kisses.

Eventually, her lips even trailed down to my neck, kissing and sucking on my skin.

The air had quickly grown hotter around us. 

"Monroe," I breathed out as she ran her lips across my collarbone.

"Come here," she murmured against me.

"I'm here, baby," I emphasized, an amused smile growing on my lips.

"No," she impatiently pulled back, lying her head back on the bed, "Come here," she motioned to her face, making my brows raise. "And take these off," she added, reaching down to my leggings.

"Ro," I whispered, my entire body burning up, "Your face?"

"I want you on it, Liberty," she said, tapping my waist impatiently.

I hesitantly leaned away from her body, "I just want to-make sure you're in the mindset," I pointed out, eyeing her face. "You don't ever drink."

"I drink, Liberty," Monroe said with an amused smile, "Rarely, but I do."

I furrowed my brows, knowing I'd only seen her drink the very first time I ever laid eyes on her.

She was never this gone that night, though. 

Othertimes, she would even stare at her drink or not drink alcohol in general.

"Liberty," she murmured impatiently.

I smirked slightly, "Maybe you should beg a little more, Ro Ro," I teased her as I leaned away from her, standing on my wobbly feet.

Monroe sat up from the bed, grabbing my waist.

But only to lean down past my stomach.

"Can I please... have you?" she murmured, holding up her hand when I went to speak.

Instead, she leaned into my covered core, genuinely waiting for an answer.

"Oh, I can," she murmured, nodding a few times, "I've been thoroughly missed? Very good to know."

I couldn't help the strings of soft laughs that fell from my lips, entirely amused by her right now.

"I can't with you," I said, an amused smile on my lips. "You still have to beg for me harder." 

Monroe's stare flickered up, meeting mine as she ran her hands under my tank top. 

"Please, my beautiful girl," she didn't hesitate to say, her stare not wavering from mine as she pressed a kiss above the neckline of my tank top, "Please," she emphasized even more, making my smile grow.   

"Hmmm," I said in thought as her eyes burned into mine, "When you say it like that..." I trailed off, reaching for my waistband.

Monroe's eyes practically lit up with the cutest excitement, making me laugh even harder as I stripped out of my leggings and underwear.

Then I pushed her back onto the bed, climbing up her body.

Monroe immediately grabbed my thighs, guiding me toward her face like she had been suffering from dehydration for days on end and I was her only fix.

I barely had any time to get situated—just as I was hovering over her face, she pulled me down.

"Yes," Monroe breathed out against my core, humming softly as she eagerly pressed her mouth against me.

I shifted against her, making her grip tighten on my waist.

"Ro," I moaned with furrowed brows as she began eagerly sucking and licking my clit.

I could hear the sound of her mouth against me, making my entire body light up with heat.

"Monroe-baby," I quickly whispered when she swirled her tongue around at my entrance, moving my hips to a slow back-and-forth pace.

Monroe moaned against me, rocking my hips faster as she teased my entrance with her tongue.

It made me grow wetter, arousing me quicker than I could process. 

"Yes-yes," I rapidly breathed out, squeezing my eyes shut as she pressed her thumb to my clit, "Yes, Ro."

She hummed in response, sliding her tongue in and out of me as she began rubbing circles around my wet clit.

Her pace grew quicker, guiding my hips to an even faster pace.

I gripped the comforter beneath us, quite literally riding her face faster and faster as I chased my orgasm.

It approached so quickly, especially with her quick pace and the way I shifted my hips against her mouth. 

"Monroe—yes," I whined, my body jerking as soon as I hit my peak.

Monroe continued pressing her tongue past my entrance, rubbing my clit as I rode out the beautiful orgasm.

I was out of breath by the time my high faded, feeling Monroe's tongue run along my folds, slurping and sucking as I caressed the top of her head.

Then I lifted away from her face, staring down at her.

"Happy?" I asked, eyeing her wet lips and chin.

At this point, the entire lower half of her face was glistening with wetness.

"Ecstatic," Monroe murmured, running her tongue across her bottom lip in the most attractive way.

I carefully slid down from her face, straddling her body instead, and immediately leaning down to kiss her lips.

Monroe kissed me back without hesitation, parting her lips for me.

I instinctively slid my tongue past her soft lips, tasting myself all inside her mouth.

Our kisses were deep, but sloppy for once.

I could feel how tired we were both getting, especially Monroe.

"Let's get ready for bed," I suggested as I pulled away from her, sliding down from her body and standing on my feet.

"I'm going to sleep phenomenally," Monroe murmured as she sat up from the bed to stand with me.

"Woah there, baby," I said, grabbing her torso as soon as she stumbled.

Monroe immediately grabbed my waist.

And then the end of my tank top.

I chuckled softly, "Slow your roll," I said as she guided the material up my stomach, "We're getting ready for bed first."

Monroe only hummed as she trailed kisses along my shoulder. "You're very addictive."

I smiled softly as I pulled back from her, "It's bedtime, Ro Ro," I reminded her, wanting to make sure she gets ready for bed properly.

At least before she knocks out and falls asleep on me.

I can tell by her heavy eyes, which are barely staying open, that she's too tired to do anything else right now.

She thinks she can, but she shouldn't right now.

"Come on, baby," I said, quickly guiding her toward the closet before she could say anything else.

Then I immediately grabbed clothes for us both.

Or just two oversized t-shirts that I always loved wearing to bed.

I undressed Monroe entirely, stripping her out of everything, even her underwear and her bra, which I unhooked to take off.

I pulled my t-shirt over her head last before reaching for my own tank top—stripping out of it, and pulling on the large t-shirt.

I felt entirely content in the soft t-shirt, eyeing my girlfriend who wore one of my shirts.

The view was entirely distracting—I had to try my hardest to focus, especially when removing her makeup and helping her brush her teeth.

I also took off my light makeup and brushed my teeth with her.

Pretty soon, I was guiding Monroe into my bed, ensuring she was comfortable before running out of my bedroom to grab us both a glass of water.

Walking back into my room felt... really surreal.

Or maybe it was the sight of her in my bed like this.

I never wanted to look away.

"Your bed," Monroe murmured, her heavy eyes fluttering open, "It's very very comfortable. I love it," she said.

Until she furrowed her brows.

"Can I love it, darling?" she suddenly asked me. 

I smiled at her hilariously cute question. "Of course you can, baby," I assured her, setting her glass of water on her nightstand. "Stay every night if you want to," I said as I rounded the bed to set my cup of water down on my nightstand.

"I'll stay... two times a week minimum," she determined.

I raised a brow, "Can I get that on recording?" I joked as I slid into bed beside her.

"Grab your phone, darling," Monroe said, lazily motioning her hand to the nightstand.

I smiled, immediately listening to her demands and grabbing my phone to document this cute moment.

I quickly used my Face ID to unlock it, pointing the camera at her.

She looked so cute lying in my bed, the covers pulled up past her chest as she wore my t-shirt.

Her brown hair was up in a messy bun I did for her too.

"Okay, baby," I murmured as my phone recorded, reaching over to gently tuck some of her bangs behind her ears and away from her face. "What did you just tell me?"

Monroe hummed as she opened her eyes again, staring directly at the camera.

"I will stay here two times a week," she said in a serious tone, but gosh she sounded so fucking cute, especially with her raspy voice, "Minimum."

I smiled, turning the camera around to me, "Two times a week minimum," I repeated, leaning down with the phone still in my hand and the camera pointed at me.

I briefly kissed Monroe's lips and then her cheek, glancing back at the camera.

"Ro Ro loves my bed," I said as if I were vlogging or something, "She's very happy after winning six rounds of Uno—also eating spaghetti."

"And you," she subtly murmured, making my lips part dramatically with a wordless smile.

"Okay, vlog over," I quickly said, my face burning up as I flipped the phone around to end the recording.

I just knew it would be so cute to watch in the morning.

"Lay with me," Monroe said, holding her arms out as her eyes remained closed.

"Of course," I said, quickly reaching over to flick the lamp off. 

I also set an alarm for Monroe on my phone before putting it on the charger.

Then I slid over to her and immediately wrapped my arms around her warm body.

Monroe hummed contentedly, "Perfect," she said, kissing the top of my head as she slid her arm around my waist. "Good night."

"Good night, beautiful," I whispered, closing my heavy eyes.

I relaxed deeper in her arms, tangling my legs with hers.

It barely took seconds before I was drifting off, falling into one of the heaviest sleeps.

It was one of those sleeps where time passed quicker than you could process, almost like the hours turned into minutes. 

The alarm I set for eight the next morning practically jolted us both awake—and in the worst way.

Monroe immediately groaned, and I swear my eyes burned to even open.

I quickly snoozed the alarm, trying my best to wake up as well as I could.

Monroe only buried her face under one of the pillows, immediately drifting back to sleep.

"No," she mumbled tiredly when I tried to get up.

"I'll be right back, baby," I assured her, sliding out of her arms to the best of my abilities.

Monroe didn't say anything in response—she was genuinely that tired.

It was probably the hangover, too.

I used this time to brush my teeth and quickly slip out into the kitchen.

Then I searched for something I could make her for breakfast—I also grabbed a ginger tea bag, which I always kept for any bad hangovers.

I settled on Pillsbury cinnamon rolls for breakfast since it was relatively easy and they would be perfect with a hangover.

At least for me, given I enjoyed eating them back when I would go out a lot. 

I already planned to have two.

They also don't take too long to bake, and the icing looks all pretty drizzled on.

I felt like they looked really good, and they were perfectly golden brown.

Hopefully, she likes them. 

"Ro," I softly said as I approached her in bed, holding a large plate of cinnamon rolls and a mug of tea for her, "I have breakfast, baby."

Monroe hummed tiredly, "Breakfast?" she asked with the raspiest voice, sliding her face from under the pillow with furrowed brows.

I smiled wider when her beautiful eyes opened, "I made it really fast. It's just Pillsbury cinnamon rolls," I said, sitting down beside her and carefully placing the plate in the middle of the bed. "Also, tea to help with your hangover."

Monroe slowly sat up in bed, rubbing her tired eyes with the softest sigh.

"Here, baby, I'll grab some medicine," I said, passing the tea to her.

Monroe silently nodded as she took the warm mug, and I could tell she was still waking up fully.

I quickly stood from the bed, walking over to the bathroom to grab some Advil.

I immediately got us pills to take, allowing her to wash the two down with tea first.

Then she gave me a sip of her tea to swallow my pills as well.

It was silent between us as I silently reached for a cinnamon roll, bringing it to her lips and feeding her.

Monroe didn't hesitate to take a bite, chewing a few times as I took a bite from the same cinnamon roll as well.

We didn't speak for minutes on end. 

All we did was focus on eating some of the cinnamon rolls together, sharing the mug of tea I made.

After sharing three of them, Monroe set the mug and plate on the nightstand, briefly grabbing her phone for a moment.

I got settled back in bed with her, wondering what time her first patient is.

I assumed it was ten as usual, which was why I set an alarm for eight, but maybe it's later.

"I'm not going in until one," Monroe said as she set her phone on the nightstand, lying back down in bed. "My head is buzzing."

I immediately slid closer to her, "We'll sleep as much as we can then," I murmured, wrapping my arms around her waist and guiding her face down to my chest.

Monroe sighed deeply, "Yes, sleep and more sleep with you," she whispered, pressing her cheek against my chest as she ran her arms around my waist. "Thank you for breakfast... and the tea," she murmured tiredly. 

I smiled softly at her words, "Anytime, baby," I said, reaching up to caress the back of her head.

I honestly felt great after eating those cinnamon rolls and drinking some of that tea.

It was enough to help me fall into another deep sleep, wrapped in Monroe's arms and feeling so happy about how last night went.

It was perfect.

I couldn't wait to have so many more of those nights with her.

And these kinds of mornings.